The screen split, showing both him, and the other person now."Well, this is a surprise. I assume you people are responsible for reestablishing my link...to the satellite? I am John Wallace by the way," John answered and asked."Pleasure Mr. Wallace. I am Colonel Eric Carston. As the old song goes, I heard you knocking, so I answered the knock, to bastardize it only slightly. At first we thought you were an automated station, but then I decided to find out if there was a directing force behind the. I walk around to each corner of the antique four-poster and tether each wrist with self-adhesive Ace bandage which is much more binding than cuffing and faster to release one from if need be. I wrap each of her limbs tightly to the wooden frame. She is very into being bound as securely as possible as it allows her to physically push and pull to the limit while her mind does the same. Restraints in place, I move her along to the next level by running the crop along her thighs and ass.. Why was I even telling him? For all I knew he could be a rapist! But I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t even know where I was. I could hear loud music and drunken chatter mixed in. But it all sounded like it was so far away. It was too damn warm!! I felt a hand on my head, His cooling touch was heaven. ‘Jesus Christ! You’re burning up. I thought you were just–fuck! What have you taken?’ Taken? What? Suddenly I was so tired. I wasn’t listening. I was moving again. He was moving me across the tiny. Wäre ja auch nicht verkehrt gewesen und bestimmt wäre ich dann auch nicht auf dumme Gedanken gekommen. Aus heutiger Sicht bin ich froh, dass ich die dummen Gedanken vorgezogen habe.Denn plötzlich meldete sich meine exhibitionistische Ader. Mich packte ein Gedanke und bevor ich lange darüber nachdachte machte ich die Wohnungstür auf und ging nackt ins Treppenhaus. Um den Reiz zu erhöhen schaltete ich die Treppenhausbeleuchtung an. Alle Wohnungstüren haben Spione. Durch die gegenüberliegende.